Harry and his witches

An: I do not own Harry Potter or the charectors, just the plot

Time flew away faster and faster. Harry had somehow managed to get Susan to go back to school, so long as he would attend with her and go to her dorm for sleep and whatever else they wanted to do. It took just as much work to get Susan to stop calling him ‘Master’ in public and in front of others. For some reason, she insisted that she must call him by that name when they were in private at the very least.

Flashback

Harry sat in his seat, waiting for Amelia Bones to come to his home. In the basement still hung Rudolphus, Draco, and what remained of Lucius after Narcissa gathered enough courage to have some… fun.

Shifting uncomfortably, Susan walked down the steps and stared into Harry’s eyes. “Do not worry, Master,” Susan said in a calming voice. “She will accept this.... And if she doesn’t, then I do not care.”

Harry knew that her last sentence was hollow; to give up someone who has done so much for you is next to impossible. If Amelia did not accept this, then he would make her.

His fireplace erupted in green flames as a familiar figure that matched Susan’s walked out. She held a wave of confidence and held a certain amount of respect. It was all told in her posture, such as the look of determination and even the way that she walked out of the fire. Her eyes, though, betrayed a large amount of exhaustion, due not only her job and watching over the Aurors, but also because her niece was kidnapped and her home destroyed before she could even put up a fight or even send help to save her niece.

It all seemed to crumble, though, at the sight of her niece Susan Bones. Her eyes went wide and she seemed to slouch down just a little before taking very slow steps forward. Totally ignoring Harry, she approached Susan and ran her fingers across her cheek, checking her over to make sure that she was not an illusion or some figment of her imagination.

“Susan?” Amelia questioned. She looked down on the figure of her niece, still not totally convinced that it was really her. All she needed was a voice. When Susan answered, her aunt engulfed her in a very tight hug.

“Auntie… I can’t breathe,” Susan complained with a chuckle as Amelia released her. Gently, Amelia ran a hand through Susan’s hair, taking in her appearance. She wanted nothing more than to hold onto the moment, just incase somehow someone ripped it away from her.

“Amelia, in my basement, I have the individuals who not only kidnapped but raped Susan, all chained up,” Harry said. Amelia pulled out her wand and began to walk down the steps. “Wait, I’m not done. Sit down. I promise that they will not be going anywhere.” Reluctantly, Amelia sat down. “This meeting with my prisoners will cost you, not money, but you will have to hear us out.

“First, I want you to run for Minister during next year’s elections. I will back you, but I want you to make the Advara Kedavara legal. If we are to win a war, we can’t stun them; Voldemort will break them out.” Harry took special note on how Amelia didn’t flinch at the mention of his name.

“Next, I want you to move to make so-called ‘dark creatures’ members of society, with rights that would make them equal to any wizard or witch. Now, this is what I want you to listen to. You are in my house, and if you move to attack me, these wards will destroy you.” At this point, Amelia began to panic. Her niece, Susan, calmed her down and made her take a seat.

“Do not worry. As long as you do not attack me, then nothing bad will happen,” Harry said in his most reassuring voice, successfully managing to calm Amelia down. “Listen, the week after I rescued Susan, a day before I contacted you, I went to Susan’s room to calm her, to comfort her. Well, I spent the night with her; she seemed calmer when I was with her. Anyway, when I awoke, I kissed Susan. The problem is I put magic into it and managed… to bond her to me, like a slave.” After Harry finished his long ramble, Amelia relaxed into her chair.

“Is that it?” Amelia asked and laughed when Harry nodded his head. “I thought that you did something bad. Listen, Harry, this thing happens all of the time. Whether you realize it or not, a lot of your own teachers are bonded. It doesn’t impair life; there is a law where the slaves must be treated civil. Also, since the potential slave have to concede to this, it is just fine.

“In my opinion, Susan couldn’t have found a more caring individual. The only individuals who would have trouble with it are the younger generation. This has been the way for so long, so the adults won‘t mind. Keep that fact close should you return to Hogwarts.” Harry fell into his seat and relaxed with Susan. Immediately, Susan lay down on Harry’s lap and Amelia moved straight down to the basement.

End Flashback

Harry continued to walk down the platform and entered the train. He boarded the train with three other women at his side; one was Susan. She looked the same as last year as she wandered toward the middle cart, leading the small group to find her close friend, Hannah Abott, who had contact with Susan over the summer and after the kidnap and rescue.

The girl on his left had silvery-blonde hair and dark brown chocolate-colored eyes. Her face was thin and slightly tanned. Her body was slim, with her “B”-sized breasts and tight ass. This girl was nothing short of gorgeous.

Next to her was her sister. She had raven-black hair and a slightly heavier build, meaning that she was more endowed. This pair was none other than the Black Sisters.

Flashback

“Harry,” Narcissa began, looking on the image of the young lord that had managed to storm her house and rescue her. “I wanted to say… thank you.”

“Not an issue,” Harry responded, waving it off. “You are now technically my family, and I was under the impression that this is what family does for one another.”

Narcissa nodded in understanding. He was trying to be cold, to be uncaring, so she would feel no need to stay with him. She could now do whatever she wanted.

“Please, I know that Draco did nothing to stop it, but could you grant him a quick death?” Harry was shocked, to say the least, that a mother would wish that for her son. “He raped me as well; he deserves this. If you do not kill him… then I will.” Harry curtly nodded. “What are you going to do? What about an education and the war?”

Ever since returning to Potter Manor, Narcissa and Bellatrix have been spending more and more time arguing with Harry. They wanted to help, but felt no need for him to go back to school.

“Shut up!” Harry finally roared when he had enough. He saw the girls fall back and tremble slightly; the walls shook and windows shattered in the room. Harry saw this and immediately softened his tone, stopping in front of Narcissa. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers.

“Listen,” he commanded, picking up the woman and setting her down on a couch next to her sister. “I am going to take my friends with me. Dumbledore is insane and will more than likely try to increase his numbers with the students; any of them that I can save will damage him and help me. From this point on, he is my enemy, just as much as Voldemort.”

Gently, Harry rubbed his hand against Narcissa’s cheek. She seemed to be like Susan, far more relaxed whenever Harry was touching them. Being cold like he was earlier in the day would not push her away. Now Harry had every Black girl in his hand, and they all loved him. She couldn’t leave him now.

“I am going to go back to school, but it will only be for the first half of it. Now, don’t assume that I am foolish; I am not going to go unprotected. I want you to go with me.” With that, Harry took each of the girls by the hand and pulled them into a small bedroom.

“This manor holds many secrets and dark artifacts, if that is what you would want to call them.” Harry then turned to a plain brick wall and pushed a brick near the base. Slowly, the bricks fell apart, revealing another room the size of the closet. All of the space was completely filled.

In the room was a giant blue orb. Around it was gold that was filled with magic, which caused the orb to hover over the ground. “This is called the Orb of Manteros, named after its creator. If you put your blood on the orb, it will cause you to de-age. This will only work once for each person, but should you do this then you could come with me and Susan to Hogwarts.” Harry didn’t expect them to do it. To change so much for him wasn’t what anyone had done, so why would they start now?

End Flashback

A grin played on Harry’s lips. They had done it; they turned themselves back to the age of 16 to accompany him to his sixth year of Hogwarts. It didn’t take all that long to find an empty carriage for the three to rest in. They would have much to go over.

Flashback

The days flew by. Soon, Harry would have to return to Hogwarts and try to gather as many people for his cause as he could. By appealing himself to the dark creatures, he could gain many more individuals who could help him face down Voldemort. The werewolf community had already joined with Voldemort, but with Fleur, she could appeal to the Vellas and try to rally them to join Harry. This, of course, would mean that he would have to go and meet with the representatives of the community and would have to educate himself in their culture and traditions.

Dragons would be a very “big up” in his book. That is something that Voldemort would more than likely not be able to get onto his side. Despite popular belief, the dragons were not like every other creature. If anything, they were more like humans: they had their own language and customs. Some even understand what a human would be saying. This was how humans managed to tame them, by promising something like land for cooperation. What was even more amazing was that there was a spell that would turn you into a dragon for the sole purpose of communication.

Finally, there was one other thing that Harry had desired: the vampire community, who coincidentally had a long-standing grudge with the werewolf community. This was Harry’s best ploy to get them to his side. Not only that, but like the Vellas, he would need to learn their culture and everything that they even find insulting and complementary. The long-standing grudge was made because the wolves were hired to kill off the vampire elders. This didn’t blow over too well, especially when they actually managed to kill four of them, just twenty years ago.

Bill, Charlie, and Fleur each had their missions. Fleur was to go to the Vella council and tell them of Harry and his deeds to them. Although they were kind creatures, they were once a strong and violent race that would fight and kill many Muggles and wizards. Because of this, they were seen just as vampires and werewolves. If she could convince them to help Harry, he in turn would help them be seen as the equals they were once perceived to be.

Charlie was to go to the dragon clans and try to convince them to join his cause. He would use logic to try and get them on his side. First, he would tell them of Voldemort and Harry. He would then tell them that Voldemort has no place in his world for creatures like them. Voldemort would more than likely try to enslave them instead of working together, like wizards and dragons do now.

Bill had the most dangerous mission, though. Last year, he was attacked by Fernir Greyback, a leader of the most notorious and dangerous werewolf clan. (I know that it happened in the sixth book, but for the purpose of the story, imagine that it didn‘t.) The vampires respect strength, and seeing how Bill was attacked, survived, and even managed to resist turning into a wolf, to them, that was strength and courage, for the simple fact that he would be able to approach and ask for help. The vampire clans do not have trouble with all werewolves, just three out of the four clans. Rogues didn’t matter, since the one clan and rogues were treated as a vampire. Bill and Remus would be accepted.

The twins had a much safer, and much easier mission: they were to hold down Diagon Alley. That was a major wizard commute and Voldemort would likely set up some attack or try to get some recruitment going on in there. Harry would need ears. The twins and Lee and Angelina could do the job. They were resourceful, gifted wizards, and had all of the twins’ gadgets.

Tonks and Amelia had the safest mission in Harry’s mind. They were to go to the Auror headquarters and try to convince as many people as they could to join Harry and his cause, instead of following the current minister, who was a moron -- or Dumbledore, who was out of his mind.

Hestia’s would be the one of the most difficult. Her mission was to go to the Muggle community and take up post. Of course, she would receive help from Remus, as they would likely meet and fight dementors. They could also encounter inferni, and other creatures that Harry didn’t care to think about.

When Harry handed out the missions, they put up little resistance; they knew that Harry wouldn’t make them do anything that he knew that they couldn’t do. After all, with what little resources he had, he couldn’t spare any.

Flashback

“Harry?” Narcissa asked. Looking upon his face, he was deep in concentration. “I… don’t think that this is a good idea.” Narcissa began to tremble a little. Harry turned and pulled her close to his body, an arm draped over her shoulder, holding her body close to his. “I mean, won’t he find out?”

“He probably already knows,” responded Harry, rubbing her shoulder with his hand. “And if he doesn’t, then the sorting hat probably would tell him after he sits on your head and sorts you into a house.” Harry looked and saw fear in their faces and eyes. “The beauty of this plan is that he can’t do anything to stop us; we have the papers from Fleur’s old headmistress. Technically, he cannot do anything to us, other than tell the teachers to keep an eye on me and you lot.”

The door swung open and two familiar faces walked in. One had her sandy blonde hair pulled back and into a ponytail, letting two strands of her bangs fall onto her face. She had looked straight at Susan and teared up.

The other was a male, the same age as Harry. Last year, he was timid, but now he held an aura of confidence. You could tell by his walk, his stance, and even his voice. He was no longer chubby, but had a firm build of muscles, a shapely jaw and high cheekbones. He smiled at Harry and at the girls in the cart that crowded around him.

“Neville, I wanted to thank you for coming to the Department of Mysteries with me,” Harry said, detaching himself from Narcissa and walking up to shake his hand. “Hannah, would you like a moment alone with Susan? I can go out if you want to talk alone.” Susan nodded gratefully, as did Hannah. They had been friends for a long time and this little reunion was needed for all parties.

“Susan, you have my permission to do what you want with Hannah. Shall I put up privacy charms?” Hannah eagerly nodded. She knew that Susan was Harry’s slave. Even though Harry hated the word, Susan insisted that she be called by that. Hannah didn’t seem to mind, so long as she could still be with her friend. “Come on, we need to get going,” Harry said, waving Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Neville out.

They walked down the length of the train in a comfortable silence. “Hey, Harry,” Neville began, “how did you get two girls?”

Harry and the girls let out a round of laughter at the question. Neville didn’t blush. It was hard enough for him to land one girl, but Harry had one in each arm. Neville wasn’t an ugly guy. He was, as girls described, cute, but not hot like Harry was more than often described.

“Nev, all you need to do is talk to them. You never know until you try.” Neville nodded and turned around, heading toward the other end of the train.

“I think that you now have them both,” Bellatrix cooed into his ear.

“No shit,” Harry replied.

Looking to his left, he saw that Narcissa was starting to dose off. Her eyes were closed and her head was resting peacefully on his shoulder. “Sleepy?” Harry question. She murmured a yes and he picked her up and placed her on his back in a piggyback position. “Come on, here’s an empty cart.” Harry said, motioning to the door. Carefully, Harry laid Narcissa down on the soft seats. Taking a seat on the bench on the opposite side, Bellatrix straddled his lap.

“It’s been far too long since we have done this,” Bellatrix almost purred when Harry’s lips moved from her jaw and down to her neck.

Bellatrix’s hands massaged Harry’s back, running down his spine and wrapping tightly around his torso. Harry’s mind was going a mile a minute. Unable to take it any longer, Harry let his hands roam all over her body. Carefully, he began to rub circles around her nipples, which were poking through her shirt.

“Another slag, eh, Harry?” said an annoying, yet all-too-familiar voice.

An: Okay, they are back in school. Harry has handed out missions that I will progress with the story, and even have a chapter or two on them.

I made Susan a slave and none of you seem to care. Come on, review!

Also, neither Hannah nor any other girl will fall for Harry. What is said in the preview is what there is. No, going to school will not give him thirty different girls; four is hard enough.

Another thing, Voldemort doesn’t have his horcruxes, nor will he sit on his special little chair and let his worthless Death Eaters do every damned thing. In my story, he will get off of his ass to do his own stuff; after all, he is supposedly the strongest wizard.